Healing Hearts

Chapter 2

"Hey, did you get the Wordle?"

Charlotte was awakened by Macari's voice somewhere behind her. From the sound of it, he was still drunk, and a lot closer than the couch. The soft light peaking around the window shade told her it was just after dawn, meaning she had been asleep for only an hour or two. No wonder she was still tired.

She felt the weight of the bed shift as her guest climbed in next to her under the duvet. Charlotte remained still on her left side, her back to him, unsure how to react. She felt the heat radiating from his body move closer and a lone hand ventured slowly over her clothed torso.

He asked again: "Did you get the Wordle?" This time his voice was coming from right next to her ear. She thought she might have felt a bit of his stubble.

"What? The Wordle? Why are you asking me this now?" She was a little annoyed to be awake so early but also intrigued about his presence in her bed.

"Sshhhh," he whispered. She felt his right hand move under her t-shirt and against the skin of her stomach. Without thinking, she moved her hand toward the brief intrusion, but he batted it away. To be fair, she didn't try very hard. The feel of his skin against hers felt strangely...electric. It was intoxicating. She let him continue.

Macari's touch was tentative at first, his hand moving in small, hesitant circles over Charlotte's stomach. But with each motion, he inched closer to her breasts, his fingers tracing a path of anticipation. She couldn't help but hold her breath, both thrilled and terrified at the prospect of what might happen next. It had been so long since she had felt such intimate attention from another person.

As if he could read her thoughts, Simon leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered: "When was the last time a man touched you like this?" Charlotte's breath caught in her throat - how did he know? Macari chuckled softly, then continued with a knowing tone: "I thought so. I've been wondering about you ever since you said you don't date."

Charlotte's face burned with humiliation as she relived the events of that fateful night at work. The interrogation about her non-existent social life had left her feeling exposed and inadequate. She had always been a loner, isolated by her intense studies in medical school and her fear of getting close to anyone. But now, lying in bed with Macari's body pressing against hers, she couldn't deny the pleasure his hands brought her.

Before she could answer him, his hand cupped her breast roughly, causing a sharp gasp to escape her lips. Two fingers encircled her nipple, sending electric shocks through her body. "Oh!" she cried out before biting down on her lip to stifle any further sounds. His touch seemed to please him, and she could almost feel the twisted satisfaction emanating from his smile as he continued his exploration of her body. His hand trailed down to her stomach and then lower, dangerously close to the waistband of her shorts. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for her permission. "OK?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust. Charlotte's mind was clouded with desire as she nodded frantically and whispered back,"Yes." Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she braced herself for what was to come next, knowing that there was no turning back now.

Macari leaned in closely, his bare chest pressing against her back as he slipped his hand under the hem of her shorts. She could feel his fingers graze over the fabric of her panties, gently pressing down. A soft moan escaped from Charlotte's lips as she whispered his name, "Macari..."

He pressed harder, moving his finger in circles. "My name is Simon," he corrected. Right. It was...but she'd never called him that. Everyone in the ED used last names for the docs. That was the culture.

Her thoughts were disrupted when Macari--or was it Simon now?--decided her underwear was hindering their enjoyment and began to slide them down her legs. She wriggled her hips in assistance, and in that moment, she experienced two things she never thought possible: the sound of Simon moaning with pleasure...and the sensation of his desire pressing against her from behind.